pain tears my chest
my pancreas moans
a blanket of graynesss covers me
I slip down into its warmth and pull it tight around me
sorrow is eating my heart
I will not think of you
numb I am wraped in the comfort of grayness
I will shead no more tears for you
my pancreas moans
a blanket of graynesss covers me
I slip down into its warmth and pull it tight around me
sorrow is eating my heart
I will not think of you
numb I am wraped in the comfort of grayness
I will shead no more tears for you
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